The female ghost didn't believe it and determined that the person who sent her the message was Chen Dapeng.

Chen Dapeng had no choice but to take out his phone and open WeChat to show her, "Look for yourself, I have never deleted any chat history. You can see it by clicking on any one. I don't like sending WeChat messages at all."

Chen Dapeng opened WeChat in front of the female ghost, randomly found a contact and clicked on it. Except for a few voice messages, most of the messages were voice calls.

I contacted several people in a row and the same thing happened.

"Just because you only sent WeChat messages to me and not to others, I thought I was the most special one in your heart, you bastard!"

When the female ghost saw that Chen Dapeng still didn't admit that he liked her at this time, she immediately screamed and cried.

The voice was sharp and piercing, and Wei Mian couldn't help but frown.

"Special bullshit! In my heart, only my wife is special. If I hadn't been in the same class with you for a few years, how would I know who you are? I wouldn't even give you a second glance when we walked down the street!"

Chen Dapeng couldn't help but speak angrily, as if the person who thought Gao Yunlan was pretty had never existed.

When the female ghost heard this, her eyes suddenly turned red and bloodshot. She stared at Chen Dapeng, and the dried tears of blood flowed down the corners of her eyes again.

Chen Dapeng was so scared that he hugged Ding Yun again.

The female ghost seemed to be even more stimulated by this scene and immediately struggled violently.

Seeing that the two sides were at a stalemate, Wei Mian simply opened his third eye.

Scenes flashed before her eyes, and she quickly understood what was going on.

I couldn't help but feel speechless.

It can be said that the most innocent person in this matter is Chen Dapeng.

"Okay, stop arguing!"